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About Olav the Grim

OLAV "The Grim" SKARSKRIN
Male human Barbarian (Titan Mauler)/lvl2
CN Medium humanoid (human)
Init +2; Senses Perception +5

DEFENSE
AC +18, touch +12, flat-footed +16
(+6 Armor, +2 Dex)
hp28 Temp hp [14]
Fort +5, Ref +2, Will +1

OFFENSE
Speed 30ft
Melee Greataxe - +7(1d12+6/x3)
Power Attack - +6(1d12+9/x3)
Ranged Crossbow - +4(1d10/19-20x2)
Special Attacks Rage 6/day, Power Attack, Linnorm Spit (Ranged Touch 1d8 + 1/2Level Cold)

RAGE
AC 16
hp30 Temp hp []
b]Fort[/b] +5, Ref +2, Will +3
Str 22, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 10, Cha 8
Melee Greataxe - +9(1d12+9/x3)
Power Attack - +8(1d12+12/x3)

STATISTICS
Str 18, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 12, Cha 8
Base Atk +2; CMB +6; CMD +18
Feats Weapon Focus (Greataxe), Power Attack
Skills Acrobatics +3, Climb +5, Knowledge(Nature) +6, Perception +5, Stealth +4, Survival +4, ; armor check penalty -4
Traits On the Payroll (Campaign Trait), Highlander (+1 Trait bonus to Stealth/+2 in Hills or mountains), Coherent Rage
Languages Common, Skald
SQ Big Game Hunter (+1 to AC & Attack vrs Larger enemies), Rage (8/day), Jotun Grip, Rage Power (Guarded Life)
Load 0-100lbs, 101-200lbs, 201-300lbs
Gear Greataxe, Breastplate, Crossbow(Heavy), Bolts(20), Furs, Linnorm Tooth Necklace; WT - 57lbs; Purse - 44Gp

APPEARANCE
Height 6ft7
Weight 240lbs
Eye Color Green
Hair Color Red
Quirks Olav has only one eye, the right eye to be precise. A large ragged scar marks his face, from above that eye, to his chin, pulling his lips in to a twisted grimace. Along with the missing eye, Olav has also lost two of his toes and one of his testicles.

BACKSTORY]
The North is a hard place, for both man and beast and by the Gods had he loved it. For Olav, the Land of the Linnorm Kings had not just been home, but heaven. A proud Ulfen warrior, he strived to live every day to the best of his Ulfen abilities. That was, of course, till he was cast from his Clan and left to wander. A small mix up, involving the Chiefs daughter and Olav, saw the young warrior exiled from his people, his blood, forever.

He took this hard and wandered for awhile, ranging far from his homeland, searching for something new. Years he traveled, selling his skills as a warrior, to pay for lodging and food. It was during this time that he ran in to Professor Lorrimor. They became fast friends, and he began to travel with the Professor, earning his pay as a bodyguard. After a handful of years traveling together, the men parted ways.

Enlivened by his time with the man, Olav returned home to dispute his removal from the Clan. He fought long and hard, and eventually, earned the right to return to his blood. He settled down to a life of happiness, surrounded by his people. A life that would not last however. The bitter news of the Professors death reached him in the far north, and it is with great sadness that he made his way to the Funeral, employing all of the favors he had built up over the years, with the Professor, to hasten him on his journey.